Miner works and sweats like horses
He digs down so very deep
Owes pay to the company store
Not very much will he keep
That coal is as hard and black as midnight
Water in the tunnels seep
40 men under the earth now
40 widows there to weep...
Common men are not yet heros
Even though they try and try
But common men are not yet zeros
They work hard until they die
Orange pickers wait on corners
For the man to pick them up
He will choose which ones will work now
They get in his pickup truck
Their hands are red and raw and callused
They work all day to make a buck
Those turned down won't eat a thing now
I guess that's just their hard luck
Chorus
There are those who build the houses
Those live in them high and large
There are those who make the garbage
There are those who work the barge
There are those who wear the clothing
Made by Doris, Sue and Marge
There are those who have no money
Those who put it all on charge
Men & women slave by the billions
The gluttons eat and tell their lies
1% will keep us groaning
They will only make us cry
They call us "the unwashed masses"
Eat their lobster, heave a sigh
Common men are all around us
(Un)Common men who dream the sky
But, The Man, he wants 'em down now
They will work until they die
SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/5/2016
I've worked three jobs at a time just to survive this life. And there are those who are out of work and can't make ends meet at all. While those who don't work at all take "vacations" in Fiji. Yep. It ain't fair.
But nothing is fair. No one said life was going to be. But there is One who will judge the unjust at the end of the story. Believe it.
To all you hard working men and women out there... My hat's off to you!
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